Chapter 12
Twelve
Finn
I wish I knew what she was thinking.
I need to know what’s in her head even as I drive into her, filling her.
Her slitted eyes smile up at me with every thrust. Her nails dig into my skin where she holds on. Her bee-stung lips part as she moans.
“Talk to me, Skylar,” I grit out.
“No words…perfect…”
“I want you to touch yourself, Skylar.”
Our rhythm slows as she reaches down, her eyes on me while she does it.
I know she hits the right spot as her nostrils flare and her breath catches.
“I fucking wanted you the moment I saw you. Before I knew your name.”
“Finn, I…”
“Your face in my mind got me through hell. It was you I wanted to talk to about everything, every night and every morning. That’s what I want, Skylar.”
“The next time we do this, it’s gonna be in your bed, and it’s gonna be my mouth making you come.”
“Oh …my…god…Finn!”
Skylar cries out as her release hits her, her nails marking me, her tiny muscles spasming as I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
That familiar pull at the base of my spine warns me I’m about to come.
I bury my face in Skylar’s throat as my release hits me. I’m surrounded by her, coming apart at the seams at how good she is. How good we are together.
She has me in a chokehold.
The idea of us being apart after this is unthinkable.
Skylar is my person.
The brain fog clears, and all I see is her, looking up at me, strands of red hair clinging to her forehead.
I gently rest her weight fully on the table and caress her face, pushing the hair out of her eyes.
I look her over and ask, “Everything good?”
She smiles. “Fantastic,” she says weakly.
She’s seconds away from pulling back emotionally. She doesn’t need me to whisper sweet nothings or declare my undying love for her.
I have to rein it in and be really careful with what happens next.
Slowly, I help her stand up, then give her a moment to get dressed as I pull my jeans and shirt back on.
That’s when I hear her stomach growl.
“Finish putting yourself back together, then we’re going to get some real food.”
Skylar bats her lashes as she ties up her hair back into a bun on top of her head. “Man of my dreams.”
She winks.
That’s the plan.